Bai Zhirou directly stated her purpose of coming and wanted to see the county magistrate.
"But right now the county magistrate is working with the prince and others on the front line moving stones to build a dam!" The yamen runner on the right said with some difficulty.
Why did Princess Mingzhu come at this time instead of earlier or later?
If this isn't just causing trouble, then what is?
Bai Zhirou just remembered when she heard it that Chen Zhao said he was going to build a dam with the prince.
It should be true that the county magistrate went there.
She thought for a moment, changed her approach, and asked two yamen runners to lead the way to the grain shop in the city.
Floods have surged in recent days, causing food prices to rise rapidly.
In the past, a dou of refined rice cost fifty wen, a dou of brown rice cost twenty wen, and a dou of white flour cost sixty wen.
Now a dou of refined rice costs 120 wen, a dou of brown rice costs 80 wen, and a dou of white flour costs 100 wen.
It can be seen that the price has skyrocketed frighteningly. Bai Zhirou's face is tense, and she is obviously worried about the people here.
The two yamen runners looked numb, as if this price was a very common thing.
Many people cannot afford to buy food and are displaced, so they can only beg on the streets.
Bai Zhirou saw no less than twenty beggars along the way. Each of them was pale and thin, with tattered clothes. Those who were slightly better off had a broken bowl in front of them.
If the conditions are not good, you won’t even have a broken bowl.
Mingcui felt very sad when she saw that her hometown had suffered a great disaster. She couldn't help but worry about her master and mistress who were still at home.
"The ground level over there is relatively high, so it won't be flooded in a short time. You don't have to worry, young lady," said the bailiff.
Mingcui was relieved, and Bai Zhirou also breathed a sigh of relief.
She bought 100 kilograms of refined rice, 100 kilograms of brown rice, and 100 kilograms of white flour, intending to distribute porridge in the city.
She asked the yamen runners to call the wealthy people in the city and tell them the decision.
"Dear gentlemen, our hometown is in trouble now, and we should do our best to help." Bai Zhirou stood on the high platform and spoke eloquently without any stage fright.
"What does this have to do with us? Everyone takes care of their own business. They can't survive because they have no money."
A wealthy old man with a big belly patted his belly after saying this, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.
What he said makes sense, but it is too cold.
"Mr. Cao, you are wrong. We are richer than them, so we should lend them a helping hand and do good deeds for ourselves and our descendants." A wealthy businessman next to him spoke up.
While they were talking, Bai Zhirou had someone set up a stove and started a fire, and started cooking pots of porridge.
When the beggars in the city heard the news, they became very excited and gathered in front of the soup kitchen.
The wealthy people began to speculate about Bai Zhirou's identity.
There have been too many big shots coming to the city recently, and for a moment they associated Bai Zhirou with the word "big shot".
In fact, their idea was not bad, but after thinking about it, they still didn’t know the name of Princess Mingzhu.
When Mingcui mentioned it, everyone suddenly realized what was going on. The sign of the porridge stall clearly had the four big words "Princess Mingzhu" written on it.
When the illiterate people heard the meaning of these four words, they all praised Princess Mingzhu.
The wealthy people seemed to be thinking about this and set up porridge stalls at their doorsteps to distribute porridge. Bai Zhirou's pressure was instantly reduced a lot.
The situation in the porridge stall gradually stabilized.
Every beggar who came to eat porridge would first praise Bai Zhirou for her beauty and kindness, and then leave with a happy smile, holding the porridge bowl in both hands.
For a time, Bai Zhirou's name became increasingly famous among the people.
She learned from the yamen runners that there were many people on the front line moving stones to build dams during the flood, so she bought a lot of things and had a horse-drawn carriage take them to the dam.
The group walked towards the embankment in a mighty procession, and Princess Rong naturally saw them. She asked someone and found out that Bai Zhirou had done so many things quietly.
He not only gave porridge to beggars, but also encouraged wealthy businessmen to set up porridge stalls to give out porridge. Now he was pulling a cart of things out.
The flood has not receded yet, and the number of refugees will only increase.
Of course, Bai Zhirou couldn't be the only one to do good deeds and gain a good reputation. Princess Rong called on the people from the Rong Palace to go to the grain store.
"What? A dou of rice is so expensive? Why don't you just go and rob it?" Xia Yifeng couldn't help but swear when he heard the price of rice.
The waiter had no choice, because he didn’t set the price and the money wouldn’t go into his pocket!
But all the visitors were guests, and judging from their attire, they were either rich or noble, so they should be able to spend a lot of money to buy things.
Xia Yuning looked at the price on the wooden sign and didn't feel anything. She had always lived a life of luxury, so how could she know whether the price was high or low?
She wanted to quickly set up the porridge stall, grab the reputation, and then go back to have a good rest.
She was exhausted from traveling for days, and not long after taking a shower she started to have trouble sleeping again.
She really couldn't bear it any longer.
She pulled Xia Yifeng's sleeve. Xia Yifeng understood and took out a bag of silver and asked the waiter to fill it with 100 kilograms of brown rice and polished rice.
The waiter took the purse and immediately started to fill the rice for the big customer with a smile on his face.
The east wind is really blowing today, and people are coming in waves to buy food to help the people.
By the time Bai Zhirou reached the river, half an hour had passed.
"Princess, you can't go any further. The flood looks like it's coming." Ming Cui grabbed Bai Zhirou's sleeve and said worriedly.
Bai Zhirou naturally knew this, and her eyes searched the crowd for the prince and others.
She thought that the prince, a wealthy and powerful man, would not go into the water so easily.
But she was still shocked when she saw the bright yellow figure in the river.
I didn’t expect the prince to set such an example.
The prince was accompanied by Shen Zhao and his men, but the river was rushing fast and they were all in a very bad state.
The people standing on the shore spotted Bai Zhirou and the others and came up to ask them.
Bai Zhirou told them her purpose openly.
"I saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince leading the county magistrate and others to rescue and build a dam in this turbulent river. I believe he needs to replenish his energy."
"I'd like to do my best to set up a porridge stall here so that everyone can have something hot to eat." People who have been soaking in water for a long time want something hot the most.
Hearing her say this, everyone around her looked happy.
Shen Zhao, who was standing in the water carrying a sandbag, saw Bai Zhirou's figure at a glance, and a wave of worry rose in his heart.
"Brother Shen, isn't that your fiancée? Judging from what she brought, it seems she's going to have a picnic here?" Liang Ziwen was one of the playboys who came with Shen Zhao, and he also knew the relationship between Bai Zhirou and Shen Zhao.
"Go away, you just think about eating all day." Shen Zhao was distracted by his words. He slipped without noticing and fell into the rushing river.
Liang Ziwen and Guan Lei and Qin Yun beside him were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they hurriedly tried to grab the man.
Bai Zhirou was busy directing a few people to set up a porridge stall.
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